#TBD - Chapter 2 - 181

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TBD? Shoot it's still not working. Well. I hope you like TBD. (And I mean, who wouldn't???) - @leedee013

10/9/24 WIP Wednesday (OPEN) | TBD AU

He’s back at the Smith house the next morning bright and early, as Smith is loading up the van with the kids and giving Jackson a kiss goodbye. He’s distracted and Andrew went to the trunk and was pleased to find only school bags, lunch bags, and Exy gear in the trunk.

“Oh, you’re going to spend the day with Neil again?” Smith asks, noticing him.

“I don’t trust him not to try to go to practice if I don’t.” Andrew admits and Smith lets out a soft laugh as Jackson waved goodbye to both of them before he headed out.

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#5

Sugar & Spice

@14daysdalovers​

Read on AO3 Previous prompts: Flirty Banter | Slow Dance

“Are you sure this is right?” Trev asks skeptically. 

“Of course!” Sera exclaims. “I’ve baked more cookies than you have eaten.” 

Trev stares. “That cannot be true.” 

Sera shrugs and gestures at the ingredients. “Well… Maybe not. But who’s keeping count? Just mix them all together.” 

Trev sighs and cracks the eggs into the bowl and adds the flour. It doesn’t look right, but she doesn’t know what right is. She keeps at it until the shaggy mess seems to be coming together. 

“There you go. And you doubt me,” Sera scoffs. “I’ll work on the filling.” 

Trev turns the dough onto the bench and tries to knead it. “It’s sticking everywhere.” 

Sera snorts. “You didn’t flour the bench.” 

“But you didn’t say I needed to.” 

“Well, I’m telling you now.” 

Trev growls wordlessly. Maybe this is a mistake. Baking blueberry tarts is a good idea, but in reality, it’s turning into an exercise of self control — self control not to murder Sera. 

She concentrates on the dough and trustsSera to turn the blueberries into something delicious. Playing hooky from Josie’s schedule for her is flirting with death already as it is. Somehow, against Trev’s expectations, they put something that resembles blueberry tarts into the oven. 

Later, with present in hand, Trev knocks on Cassandra’s door. “Come in,” a muffled voice calls from within. 

Trev thrusts her plate of hard work at Cassandra. “Here try this.” She is rather proud of herself. The tarts look delicious, flaky crust and glistening fillings.

Cassandra blinks. “How did you��“ 

“I asked Leliana.” 

Cassandra’s eyes narrow. She does that every time Trev mentions Leliana. Trev wonders if she did something wrong. But Cassandra is quickly distracted by the offered treats. 

“Blueberry…” 

“Yeah. I know you like them.” 

As Cassandra bites into a tart, Trev waits breathlessly for the verdict. She hasn’t tried any herself in her eagerness to get these piping hot to Cassandra. At first, Cassandra hums with pleasure. Then, her face goes through a series of contortions. “It’s… interesting. What’s the filling?” 

It doesn’t look like Cassandra enjoys it at all. 

“Nothing. Just blueberries.” Trev takes a bite and is punched by a massive dose of sugar and spice. She spits it out into a waste bucket nearby. “Maker! Sera made the—“ 

From outside, she hears Sera’s loud crackling. “I hope you two are enjoying the tarts!” 

Trev is about to head out and give chase, but Cassandra grabs her shoulder. “We should lay a trap. Chasing won’t get us far.” 

Trev grins. With Cassandra by her side, they head out to hunt a prankster.

19 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#4

art by @coryfirelion​

Chapter 2

Raya slid the order to the customer and accepted the payment. Glancing over to Namaari, who was seated by the window, jacket draped at the back of her chair, those fucking biceps on display, Raya scowled. She wasn’t expecting this to be how they would be doing their project. 

“Stop ogling.” Namaari said, not looking up from her laptop. She scribbled something into the notebook by her side and then capped the fountain pen. 

Won’t it be easier to just use a gel ink pen? None of this capping and uncapping business. 

“I’m not!” 

It’s like she exists to irk the fuck out of me. This isn’t normal. 

Tong snorted. Raya frowned at him before shooing him to go collect cups for washing. He obliged without a word of protest.

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19 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#3

“Shepard don’t know what she is asking,” Ryder hissed. She paced the space like a tiger. Their apartment was trashed again. This time, they did it themselves. That first time… 

Fuck! 

Ryder didn’t want to think about it. If she hadn’t left, would she have been able to stop whoever had taken Shepard? That explained why Drack looked and drank like someone he knew died. 

Was Shepard already dead? No. Fuck, no! Shepard wasn’t dead. She had a plan, otherwise she would have run. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She should have ran any-fucking-way. That stupid, fucking bitch! 

“She don’t know what the fuck she is asking,” Ryder whispered with shuddering breaths. All that tension coiled around her shoulders. It felt so tight it might snap her bones.

Shawn stared. “Sam, she’s trusting us, trusting you to get her through this.” 

“Why?” Ryder whirled around. “Why? She got herself into it! She can fucking get herself out!” Her vision was tinged red, pressure built between her temples. If Shepard was here, she would hit her. She would, she wanted so much that she slammed her fist into the wall. Pain flashed up her arm. 

“Sam!” Shawn yelled, reaching out and grabbing her other arm. “Sam, just… Shepard had done so much for us, we should do this.” 

Ryder squeezed her eyes shut, lest she unleashed her temper on him. It wasn’t Shawn’s fault, he didn’t get it. Taking a couple of shuddering breaths through her mouth, she let him pull her away from the wall. 

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19 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#2

art by @coryfirelion​

“Stop babying me.” Ryder glared at Shepard. 

Shepard laughed, that deepened her frown. “If you don’t want me to baby you, then behave like an adult. You know what you need to do. You know what’s important. This is just the last step.” 

“But—”

“I’m volunteering for this, all right? Just give it a rest,” Shepard snapped. “I can’t literally be sitting here making sure you eat your meals, drink your water and take your fucking medication. You’re still running a fever.”

Ryder sighed. Two days, that was as long as she made it before she was begging to go back to Uppercut. Shepard had been doing her best to keep Ryder away. If she’s back, Vidal would be making plans again. If it wasn’t hitting the Port with the Clan, it’s booking more VIPs than either of them could handle. As it was right now, Shepard was running ragged between taking on both their clients. Thank fuck there hadn’t been any night assignments recently. Or maybe Drack or one of the others were taking care of things

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20 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

art by @coryfirelion, story dedicated to her too. 🧡

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, fluff, good ending, aspec main character, whump, recovery, panic attack, flashback, kissing, no smut, coffeeshop au, Alternate Universe

Summary: Being the closer isn’t fun, Raya just wants to go home. But nooo…. the universe has to send her one more customer after she has washed the damn machine. 

Little did she know how their lives are going to intertwine. 

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23 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

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TBD Chapter 2 (Part 130 - 196)

Andrew Minyard has just signed on with the Atlanta Wolves so that he can support his twin and his twin's wife as they work on residency and get ready to welcome his nieces into the world. He may not give a shit about Exy, but it does pay well.

And Atlanta is paying him well enough to ignore the awkward tension of having to play with one of his college teammates again. Neil Josten has only gotten more interesting since the last time Andrew saw him when he'd graduated from Palmetto State.

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10/9/24 WIP Wednesday - Round-Up Oops! All TBD Edition

Thank you all for all of your interest in TBD and for all of the asks! I need each and every last one to get to the part I got to for you guys! It was a lot of fun even if I'm absolutely winded from it XD

Here's everything requested:

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